Comments about Albertine Geyer
To Thank A Mentor
Late at night, when the bugs are out,
And the snores haunt the hallways round and about,
A little girl sits contemplating a word to fit,
To finish a letter of admit.
This would seem rather strange enough,
For little girls now, dream of fairies and stuff.
Tucked tight into slumber, in a snowflake bed,
To wake in the morning-so it is said.
Yet here i am searching words for You,
To say atleast a good thank you.
Whether that is enough, no one will know,
For the greatness of you, will then never quite show...
It won't say that you stay up at ...